Some folks need a house to call their own
I guess with four walls you don't feel the need to roam
Oh, but I don't feel that way
I never did and I doubt I'll change
But I'm dyin', still stuck here in L.A.

Now, there's a freeway runnin' across my apartment yard
And ev'ry night I lie awake and I count the cars
The only reason that I stay
Is in the music I love to play
And I'm tryin', still stuck here in L.A.

Credits

Lyrics Credits: Pat Flanakin

Music Credits: Pat Flanakin

Producer Credits: Pat Flanakin

Performance Credits: Pat Flanakin

Description

Short Song Description:A musician is frustrated living in L.A.and trying to make it in the music business